Colonel Preston Lost didn't think of himself as reckless. He believed in preparation, proper equipment, and patience in stalking the prey. But, in reality, he was not a cautious man. Having followed a spaceship into the black storm clouds above the Bermuda Triangle, he flew through a time portal to the end of days and crash-landed on Pangaea Ultima with few supplies and no way of returning home. Lost now finds himself embroiled in a battle for dominance of not only the world, but all of time as well, and he is forced to concede that-just perhaps-he is a little reckless after all. The Eighth Men have come, bringing the Fifth Men and all of their First Man fighting slaves, to conquer Threno, the City of Swift Death, and they have come with overwhelming force. Their dreadnought alone would be sufficient to defeat the entire Corsair Navy, and they have more. Much more. The only things Lost has going for him are a broken-down machine from countless eons past, a whispered prophecy from an Atlantean girl, and his hope that the Watchers' will err. It's not much, but Lost really wants to kiss the girl at the end of the battle, so he'll have to find a way to make it work!